Tan Deming sighed. "They're not really trying to control you. They just want you to back down."
"Impossible. I was too young to understand before, but I get it now. I will never bow my head or back down for anyone in my life." Tan You said, pumping water from the well. "No one is going to suppress me or control my life."
Looking at Tan You's ramrod-straight back, Tan Deming was silent for a long time. "But it will be very hard for you. Raising you is their responsibility."
"Responsibility or not, it is what it is," Tan You said, looking up at the sky. "Let's talk about something happy. If my manuscript gets accepted, Grandpa, you have to come with me to sign the contract. I'll have to get you a bank card, too."
"If the payment is good, I'll buy you a cell phone..."
Amused by the pie-in-the-sky promise Tan You was painting, Tan Deming suppressed his sighs and tapped her on the head. "Alright, but it has to be better than your dad's phone. I have high standards, you know."
